It was a beautiful bedroom. Very neatly put together and a canopy bed in the middle of the room. He quietly said I could sit on the bed. I did as he i...nstructed. He opened the cabinet door in one of his bedside tables and took out four candles and their glass holders. He put all of them on the dresser across from the bed and lit them with matches. Quietly, he came over to me, sitting beside me. ‘How do we start?’ I whispered. He responded by tucking my hair behind my ears and kissing me gently. ’ Rachel was looking directly at my shaft now, I went back to washing her, enjoying the feel of sliding my hands up and down her shapely legs as my face stayed even with her pussy. I was trying to memorise how she looked there. I knew how deeply I was falling in love with her and I wanted to be able to remember this moment when I was fantasising about her in the future. Once I had washed her legs, I had her lift one up so I could delicately wash her foot. Then she shifted position and lifted. So was I. Pippa had suggested that I open yet another bottle, this time of red wine (we were drinking more than we ever had also!!) and that we retire to the small snug we had between the kitchen and the lounge. It had a small wood burning stove and as it was a bit chilly so I got it going. We had three two seat sofas surrounding the fire, effectively making a square with one side being where the fire was. A lamp in the corner, and the flickering light from the fire, makes it also a very. " That did it. The spasming of her pussy, combined with her hard thrusts sent me over the edge. I felt the delicious sting of my own orgasm hit me like a freight train. My swollen, sperm filled balls tightened and with an almighty contraction forced a huge wad of cum up my cock and out of my swollen head, to be spurted deep inside her warm, fertile unprotected pussy. She must have felt it as she looked me in the eye and gasped. "That is it baby spurt again. Keep spurting in my pussy till your.